I sit up quickly in the bed of my cell, I hear footsteps echoing in the hallway.
A chill shoots down my spine, part anticipation and also because of the temperature of the room.
I slide off the bed and onto my knees on the floor assuming the presentation position, my knees spread and my arms holding the opposite elbows behind my back which thrusts out my breasts.
The cold concrete makes my knees ache and a cold breeze makes my bare nipples stand up straight. My breathing speeds up as I hear a key turn in the lock and the door opens. In walks a tall middle aged man with dark hair.
He doesn't look at me immediately and I quickly remember my place and stare meekly at the floor. He says nothing but pulls the one chair in the room over and sits down a few feet to my right. I can just see him from the corner of my eye. He is staring at me. Another chill shoots down my spine and goosebumps break out all over my naked flesh.
"Position two"
He barks suddenly. Instinct taking over I quickly drop my face to the floor spread my knees further and arch my back.
I turned my face towards him and I stare at his boots as he stands and walks around me. His first touch nearly makes me break position, his fingers lightly trailed over my back.
"Stand and present" he says.
I quickly jump to my feet keeping them shoulder width apart I put my hands behind my head and thrust my chest out.
He stops circling to stand in front of me and I get my first look at his face. I almost stop breathing all together. He has a plain face, small crows feet by his eyes and a few wrinkles. But his eyes, they are dark, and absolutely pitiless.
He grabs the tag dangling from my collar and reads it...
Slave #145
Age - 20
Captured - North America
6 months since capture
5' 4" 110lbs 35-24-36
Basic training - passed
I recite the information in my head as he reads it. This collar has been on my neck for the last 6 months and I have been told that I will most likely wear it for the rest of my life.
I break out of the almost trance that I fell into and I realize that I have been looking at this man directly in the face.
I immediately drop my gaze to the floor and my stomach drops as well when he says.
"You forget yourself slave".
He walks around behind me and says "position 4"
I immediately bend at the waist and put my hands on the floor. I hear the sound of a buckle and the whisper of leather on denim as he removes his belt. There is a pause and my breath catches.
WHACK!
His belt leaves a burning stripe across my ass, and I yelp from the pain. He walks back and forth behind me, the anticipation of the next strike is almost worse than the pain.
WHACK!
Another burning line crosses my cheeks, slightly lower this time. The strapping keeps coming.
There is no rhythm to his strikes, leaving me waiting sometimes for what seems like forever and other times there would be no time between them. After the fifteenth strike I let out a little sob and a tear drops onto the floor.
He continues for another five strokes. By the time he stops my ass is on fire and I have left a small puddle on the floor.
"Stand up"
I quickly return to the previous position and remember to keep my eyes on the ground this time.
He walks around me and wipes a tear off my cheek with his finger.
"That was just a warning, if you disrespect me like that again you will feel some real pain. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir" I say quietly.
"I am trying to decide if I want to buy you slave. What do you think of that?"
"I hope I can please you sir"
"Good" he says and sits back down in the chair.
"I need to decide if you are worth my time. Any girl can learn a few positions, what else have you been trained to do?"
My mind races as I keep myself from just blurting out information.
"I learned massage, dances of many styles, belly dancing, and pole dancing being the focuses. I learned- "